Pawn Shop Chronicles

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Need to get the

Santa out of here.

Number one, it's spring.

It's not winter.

- Spring.

- So?

Secondly,

you don't even work here.

When are you gonna stop putting

all your sh*t all around

all over the place?

- Third..

- Mm-hmm.

Santa Claus ain't

even of African descent.

Oh, yeah, that's it there.

I was waiting for that.

You do realize Santa Claus

ain't even a real person.

You can make him whatever

color you want to.

No. Charlie Brown ain't real.

Charlie Brown real?

Well, hell, no.

Well, you ain't gonna

draw a picture

of a little black

kid, round head,

curly-squiggly hair

and call him a "Peanuts" comic.

Well, you could

if you wanted to.

Well, you could physically,

but you can't.

Yes, you could.

All right, fine. You could.

But you gotta get rid

of the damn Santa.

And I got news for you, too.

If some black man came down my

chimney wearing a red jogging suit,

I'd blow a hole right

through his red hat.

How's that..

What?

Oh, no, no. No, no, man.

I just need a loan

on my shotgun.

Well.. honest.

What.. what's wrong

with you kids?

Coming into a man place of business

pointing a shotgun at people.

I'm sorry. I didn't

mean to cause no fuss.

You know the pawn shop

business is a dangerous game.

Damn right.

My brother, he move out

West, opened a pawn shop.

- Found him in the basement, dead.

- I remember that.

Oh, yeah? What happened to him?

I'd rather not talk about it.

You're lucky..

I didn't blow a hole

through your head.

Well, how was you gonna do that

with your hands up in the air?

Shut up.

Give me the gun.

Well, I'll give you 20.

Oh, come on, now. Come on.

No.

- 40.

- No.

- 30?

- Nope.

- No.

- Come on, man. Sh*t.

Well, all right.

Hey.

Whoo!

Hey, man, is Vern there yet?

No, he late.

Hey, where you at, man?

Don't worry, I'll be

there in a minute.

You just keep his

ass there, huh?

'Cause I've been up for three

days since we smoked that sh*t

and I'm beginning to

hallucinate, man.

Ah! God!

On my way here,

when I was driving in,

I saw the King, man.

I swear I saw Elvis walking

through town square.

I can't be robbing no people when

I'm f***ed up like this, man.

Hey.

Quit being a p*ssy. I'll be

there in a minute, alright?

You just keep Vernon there 'cause

I'm gonna f*** his ass up.

Sh*t!

Jesus Christ, man.

Thank God, man.

Where the hell have you been?

Oh, I had to pawn my

shotgun to get gas money.

Man, how the hell we gonna rob

Stanley without a shotgun?

- Well, how was I supposed to get here?

- You stupid f***!

How was I supposed to

get here without gas?

I would've come and

picked you up, dumb-ass.

Listen, don't you think this whole

robbing Stanley thing is stupid anyway?

And why the f*** we gotta

meet out in this field?

You are so f***ing stupid, man.

'Cause it's top secret

sh*t, that's why!

So fields is the place for

top secret meetings, huh?

Why are you so damn worried

about the gun anyhow?

There's three of us

and only one of him.

We just go in there,

we beat him down,

we take the meth, we

get out of there.

- It's easy.

- You're so stupid, man.

- What?

- The guy is a f***ing geeked-out,

hillbilly, drug-cooking,

dumb sh*t.

You don't think he has a

f***ing arsenal of weapons

laying around his f***ing house?

You don't think he ain't got his head

out the window every five minutes

peeking 'round to see

what the f***'s going on?

You know this sh*t f***ing

makes you paranoid, man.

Speaking of dope, man,

you got any on you?

Hell, no.

That d*ckhead at the pawn shop

only gave me 20 on the gun.

So I only got enough for gas..

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